Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.